A fragrant breeze of autumn
caresses a fragile blue rose,
and the rose falls into the rivulet-
it touches the surface
and whispers a ripple to water.
And this rippling rekindles
reflection of reminiscence
of her dimpled cheeks.
The rose drowns
but the reflection still floats.
For the fragrance of love
she spreads around.
For the sweetness
her tongue's taste buds hold...
for the beauty in her eyes
she personifies "Real Red Rose"!
(Dedicated to my dear sister Pooja)
